Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why you're

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, let's go get 'em
time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn up

There's never been a this good for this long
This
Or pop is hot
Or this
so many different flows
This ones for song
The one I'll switch up
one will get bit up
These
To lazy to up shit
They
They don't pictures
just trace me
You know
Soon they forget who plucked
whole style from
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm only biggin' up my
up my borough
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you about
em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
What can I tell you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody truer than
And I'm back for
New York's
Prime back to finish my business up

What more can I
more can I do?
I give all to you
I this much is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
more can I say to you
You it all

You already what I'm about
birds down south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
on hoes
Brushing off my
But ain't on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I make
paid for
Friends they
Private jets down to Turks and
Chrys loads
I don't give a
one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
to death
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty
Give me a pair of jeans nigga button ups
S on my feet
Make a cipher
more can I say Guru play the beat

We gonna let ride into the hook
I'ma snap my on this one
What more can I say to
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
they got you in a mag
For like a billi
And your ass ain't

That mean that shit you write be illy
Either that or your is silly
It's
I mean to boast
But damn if I don't
Them crackers act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha
That's far Jewish
Far a Harvard student
had the balls to do it
And no I'm not with it
In I'm just previewing it
ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie girls false accusing it
to the music
The Maybach roof is
Niggas got a problem
up be
They can't up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my brash
But I vividly
What streets did to me
So me
Letting clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a
I will
Kiss Tee-Tee in the
Tell her forgive me
Then until your forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to your points off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I ain't scared
I'm
You ain't never
Nigga why would I ever
Pound for pound I'm the best to come around here
Excluding
Look what I
The soul of a hustler I really ran the
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get up a whole bunch of times
Or up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my
Add that to the fact I went a bunch of times
Times that by my
On pop
I supposed to be number one on everybody's
see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)